Name: Toucan Getting bUSY by james West
Duration: 6 min 1 s
Description: i felt the bird call had a similar feel to get busy child from crystal method, leading to the naming

Squid Hop

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Aurora Collapse

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

Good morning Tokyo

The mind wanders off again, probably to aisle nine.
Somewhere between purpose and paper towels, it forgets why it came.
Philosophers hum under supermarket lights, and the soup cans are whispering secrets they overheard from God.
Nothing’s broken, but nothing’s fixed either.
That’s just how it goes when the brain starts thinking for sport.

Lyrics:

milk, rent, therapy, snack aisle
I blink and forget which part was supposed to matter
everyone looks like they know what they’re buying
I’m just here trying to remember why I came

caffeine and consequence, aisle nine philosophy
capitalism’s two for one anxiety policy
price tags scream louder than my phone
mayonnaise went up again guess I won’t
bought comfort food, returned self doubt
coupon expired, brain tapped out
I’m comparing religions in the frozen peas
one says pray, one says please
thinking about aliens, taxes, rent
if I believed in balance, where it went
every cart’s a metaphor, everyone’s pretending
I think too loud for a happy ending

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

call my mom nah
buy a plant yeah
start a cult wait
take a nap same
check my phone nope
read the news nope
find myself where
wash my hair tomorrow

if focus was currency, I’d still be broke
attention span’s a rumor that I kinda wrote
I google peace, forget to hit search
accidentally joined another self help church
my reflection asked me what I need
I said a refund for existing, guaranteed
every aisle’s an existential loop
I talk to soup cans, they talk back too
manifest destiny, manifest debt
manifest the feeling I haven’t met yet
the manager asks if I’m doing okay
define okay. define day.

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was

write a list lost it
drink water classic
be normal pass it
set goals elastic
eat fruit later
fix sleep never
do better sure
think less never
think less never
think less never
think less never

okay okay
you’re safe you’re fine
there’s food in the cart that means something
breathe in
no wait
did I
forget something
I think I
it’s gone
I don’t know what it was
but I know it mattered

I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it was
I was gonna fix it forgot what it

I should

The Thinker

This one came from the part of me that finally got tired of pretending the ocean was ever going to hand me a map. There’s a strange kind of peace that shows up when you realize the shore you’ve been crawling toward is just an idea someone else drew.

So I stopped chasing it.
And something in me snapped—not the bad kind, the necessary kind.
The kind where you decide, “Fine. I’ll make my own place then. Out of scraps. Out of spite. Out of whatever pieces of me haven’t drowned yet.”

This song is the moment you stop begging the tide to be gentle and start shaping your own coastline with bare hands. It’s messy. It’s stubborn. It’s absolutely beautiful in a way that only the exhausted will understand.

If the world won’t give you solid ground,
build your own island.
Even if you’re still chest-deep in the water when you start.


I’ve been swimming so long
I forgot what dry ground feels like.
Life doesn’t push back,
it just watches.
Silent.
Patient.
Unbothered.

Too many tabs in my mind, all glowing at once,
every thought swimming laps till the water gets thick.
Every stroke feels like motion, not movement,
all this almost progress hanging from my shoulders.

The shore keeps drifting like it’s bored of waiting,
like it sighs every time I get close.
And maybe it’s not cruel,
maybe it’s just there, indifferent,
like the sky never apologizes for storms.

I keep swallowing waves
that look like chances.
I keep paddling toward
the version of me I swear exists.
But I’m running out of breath
and the current doesn’t care.

So if the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll make one.
If the waves won’t guide me in,
I’ll shape them.
I’m done drowning for a place
that was never built for me.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

Seaweed thoughts wrap around my ankles,
little reminders of the roads I couldn’t finish.
Jellyfish memories flicker and sting,
sharp, glowing, gone.

But somewhere in the churn
I feel something steady,
maybe my hands, maybe my will,
maybe the stubborn part of me
that refuses to disappear.

Life isn’t punishing me.
It’s just wide.
And wild.
And unaware I’m fighting for air.

I’ve been drifting toward a future
I can barely outline.
But even if my mind pulls sideways,
my heart doesn’t sink.
Not yet.
Not tonight.

If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll make one.
If the waves won’t carry me in,
I’ll shape them.
I’m done bleeding energy
for a coast that keeps running.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

Maybe I was never meant
to arrive anywhere.
Maybe arrival is a myth
for calmer minds.

But I can carve a place
out of breath,
out of grit,
out of the pieces of me
that keep reaching
even when I sink.

If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.
Right here in the chaos,
right here while I’m shaking.
Life doesn’t have to guide me,
I’ll rise without permission.
If the shoreline won’t stay still,
I’ll build one.

I’m not swimming to be saved.
I’m swimming
because I still believe
there’s a place for me.

I'll Build My Own Island

CALLING

New series i'm working on the epic life cycle of Anka:Kitsune:ThePhoenix

Dissolve_Instrumental_AI Violin

Dark Cinematic Dubstep / Sci-Fi Trance Hybrid
Zemandan  fuses warlock mysticism with tiger blood fury in a dark cinematic dubstep/trance orgy. 
A sonic spell of rebellion, transcendence, and unstoppable Zemandan energy – feed on the shockwave.
Warlock energy unleashed. Tiger blood + laser rituals = pure chaos. 🔥🧙‍♀️⚡ #ImaWarlock

Lyrics:
I'm different, brain wired like a warlock's spell
Tiger blood surging, I was born to rebel
Magic in my fingers, chaos in my stride
Every step I'm taking is a shockwave ride
Dying's for amateurs, I live like a storm
Fools keep judging while I rewrite the norm
Fame is a minefield, I walk it with grace
Crash through illusions, leave dust in my place

Shadows talk in codes I break
Every limit's mine to take

You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid
I'm a warlock, a fighter, self-made crusade
You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid

Resentment feeds the fire, I don't let it fade
Every critic, every troll, fuels the escapade
Volumes on chaos, maps of the mind
Turn tin cans to gold, leave "normal" behind
I've flown above the rules, I redesign fate
F-18 focus, life detonate

You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid
I'm a warlock, a fighter, self-made crusade

I'm bi-winning, unstoppable, too insane to tame
Crush the night, lift the sky, dancing in the flame
You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid
I'm a warlock, a fighter, self-made crusade
You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid
I'm a warlock, a fighter, self-made crusade

Paramedics, cameras, all part of the play
Call it wreckage, I call it my way

You can't process this, I'm a one-man raid
I'm a warlock, a fighter, self-made crusade

You Can't Process This

i felt the bird call had a similar feel to get busy child from crystal method, leading to the naming

Toucan Getting bUSY

james West

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